The morning had begun peacefully. Outside the wide hotel room window, snow was falling in silence, as if the world itself were in suspension. There were no storms, no cutting winds—just white flakes slowly dancing under the soft light of a cloud-covered sun, creating an almost surreal atmosphere of peace.
Inside the luxurious room, the temperature was warm and comforting. Steam still drifted from the slightly open bathroom door, where just moments ago Sapphire had finished a long, hot shower. She emerged wrapped in a soft black silk robe, droplets of water still tracing down the curve of her neck before vanishing beneath the elegant fabric. Her face, flushed from the heat, contrasted with her dark hair, which she now dried with a plush towel. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a subtle sign of contentment.
"I have to admit," she said, her velvety voice gently cutting through the room's silence, "this place is pretty luxurious."
